"I reckon my flat probably needs a new lick of paint," Stephen mused. "It's pretty shabby-looking, but I'm only renting, so I dunno. Guess I'll just mention it to the landlord next time I see him, her, it. ... The agency?" he offered weakly, not really know what he was talking about and not caring. That was always the good thing about conversing with Audrey Chambers. They were alike enough in their chatter that it never did matter.
"I'll keep that in mind! I'm actually looking for a couple to move in to my own, but I'll mention you too."
Following her into the lift, he found himself on the listening side of the fence and it felt a little weird. "Witch Weekly is treating me poorly!" he exclaimed, grinning to show he was just messing around. "First they wouldn't give me a writing job, then they make me take photos of pretty girls, and the majority of those pretty birds turn out to be bitches. Go figure."